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new lyric teaser video from lady gagas upcoming single “disease”

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have you ever wanted to play in a story based on nostalgic shows such as one tree hill and gilmore girls ?? a close community of characters that go through loss, achievements, heartbreaks and realizations right before our eyes ?? well, this is the perfect place for you. you can either join as a member of a founding family, and remember to read up on their fun lore before doing so, or a newcomer who’s decided to stick around and see the drama unfold. who will it be ??

aspencreekhq is a small town rp based on nostalgic shows like one tree hill and gilmore girls where members can develop their characters and plots in a relaxed environment. the town holds under 15,000 residents who all live interconnected lives, capturing the essence of community and the charm of rural life.

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PORTUM     —     a  haven  for  the  lost  and  found,  the  ruffians  and  runaways,  the  forgotten  and  the  wandering.  somewhere  safe,  surrounded  by  dense  forests  and  a  fog  that  disorientates  those  that  come  too  close.  only  those  that  truly  belong  find  their  way  through.  only  those  that  are  truly  astray  belong.  helen  aldersley  was  guided  through  the  fog  in  1693.  the  area  called  out  to  her,  ached  for  her,  as  though  the  magic  had  been  laying  dormant  awaiting  her  arrival.  she  founded  the  town  from  the  ground  up,  and  ever  since  portum  has  stood  as  a  sanctuary  for  the  occult. 

PORTUMHQ  is  an  original  character,  appless,  supernatural  town  roleplay,  providing  refuge  to  muses  who  exist  just  outside  the  bounds  of  normalcy.   however,  soon  this  refuge’s  safety  will  be  compromised  as  mysterious  findings  will  put  its  people  on  edge.

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MIDNIGHT MASS Episode 3 - "Book III: Proverbs"

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great  news !   due  to  the  overwhelming  reception  of  our  group,  starting  now  our  submit  is  open  for  applications !   those  who  reserved  have  48  hours  to  send  them  in  and  they  will  be  added  to  an  app  count  until  our  ooc  opening  day,  but  don't  worry  the  apps  will  be  first  come,  first  serve.  we  can’t  wait  to  see  all  your  beautiful  applications  in  our  inbox !!!

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PORTUM     —     a  haven  for  the  lost  and  found,  the  ruffians  and  runaways,  the  forgotten  and  the  wandering.  somewhere  safe,  surrounded  by  dense  forests  and  a  fog  that  disorientates  those  that  come  too  close.  only  those  that  truly  belong  find  their  way  through.  only  those  that  are  truly  astray  belong.  helen  aldersley  was  guided  through  the  fog  in  1693.  the  area  called  out  to  her,  ached  for  her,  as  though  the  magic  had  been  laying  dormant  awaiting  her  arrival.  she  founded  the  town  from  the  ground  up,  and  ever  since  portum  has  stood  as  a  sanctuary  for  the  occult. 

PORTUMHQ  is  an  original  character,  appless,  supernatural  town  roleplay,  providing  refuge  to  muses  who  exist  just  outside  the  bounds  of  normalcy.

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as much as fletcher loved the fight, he loved sanem more. feverishly, endlessly. sanem was his everything, and the baby in her stomach . . . he would protect the both of them with everything he had. he hoped it wouldn’t come to anything of the sort, that the bruises on his hands would heal and stay healed, but there was a part of fletcher that would always be attuned to what could happen. at the very least, he was comfortable in the knowledge that he would be able to keep his family safe no matter what. months in, and he still wasn’t sure what to say to his father. his mother knew—he had told her almost immediately—but fletcher made her vow not to tell the patriarch. to mr liu, fletcher had been a constant disappointment. there was nothing to prove that the case would be different for a child. what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. there was a part of fletcher that wanted to divorce their lives entirely, to cut his father off like a rotten tree branch and throw him far away. but a need to please him, to impress him, still weighed heavy. it was the reason that fletcher had fought, trained in kung-fu and muay thai and karate, had learned discipline and had grown a business so that he never had to look at his bank account before making a purchase. without sanem, all that success would have felt empty. what use was it if he had nobody to share it with? “i think it looks incredible, love. are you sure there’s nothing else you need me to put together?” sanem was the creative visionary of the nursery, and fletcher was just the muscle. he was much better at building cribs and bookcases and rocking chairs, although the confusing and endless instructions often had his rage rising up to boiling point. “you’ve done an incredible job. this little thing is going to love it in here. i’d put money on it.” his hand moved to rest on the swell of sanem’s bump as they shared another long, passionate kiss; fletcher reluctantly peeled away when she did. one last look around the nursery, and fletcher shook his head. “i can’t think of anything else. maybe they’re a little too young for their own boxing ring, but we can think about that when they’re older,” his stony face cracked and offered a sweet smile, supporting sanem in her move to her feet. as the months went by, it grew harder for her to go about her daily life—but that just meant fletcher was even more on hand to help. endless foot rubs, shaving her legs for her in the bath, reaching high shelves and carrying her up the stairs to bed every night. at the end of the nine months, he was sure he would miss it. doting on sanem felt like the most natural thing in the world, and if there was one good thing to come out of his distance from the fight club it was that he had even more time in order to do it. “my day was busy. boring. i had somebody that thought they’d look like the rock after a week of personal training, which . . . i mean, i couldn’t hide my reaction. i had to laugh.” working in a gym had its fair share of perks, and a good dosage of idiots for good measure. fletcher’s brow cocked, and he rubbed his palm over sanem’s belly once more. “oh, are they? interesting . . . and how do they know what chipotle is?” it was a change to his chicken and rice, but he supposed it was one of the healthier options. better than mcdonalds, or some of those weird pregnancy cravings like ice-cream and pickle juice. “we can order whatever you—oh, sorry—whatever our son or daughter wants. you just say the word.”

for the most part everything had been going well during her pregnancy. sure she had days where she was exceptionally tired and of course morning (and evening) sickness was brutal in the first three months but post the 5th month, she was doing good. she felt excited about this new chapter in her life. sure it was harder now to hang out with her model friends since they were all still living the same lifestyle and being stick thin, something she could not do but—she was working on being content. she tried to find other excursions that involved other pregnant women that allowed her to try and bond with them but it wasn’t that easy. 

still, fletch proved to be the best partner just like she knew he would be. he was attentive, and caring and just always there for her. he took care of her in a way she never expected even if he’d been doing it even before in their relationship—now it was just magnified in the best way. she did notice that he didn’t stay away from her as long as he had previously, his days spent at work, his evenings more so with her than out and that was both heartwarming and guilt inducing as well.

while sanem was always worried for his safety, she also knew how important it for him to have that outlet and yet he was staying away from it, for her—and their unborn baby—something she’d never be able to explain how thankful she was about. but she knew it was a type of addiction, something he was probably battling with day in and day out—yet he never mentioned it to her. it did make her curious to know how he was dealing with it because she knew it must be taking a toll. she wanted to ask—but she was almost afraid of the answer.

a smile was on her face as she saw him, loving the look on his face that showed her just how thrilled he was with how she’d done it up the best she could. he’d obviously built the furniture with her supervision but she’d finally gotten around to adjusting it to her liking and was eager to see his reaction. “you think so?” she smiled as he kissed her, but just as he was pulling away her fingers curled around his shirt and tugged him back, needing just one more kiss before she let out a happy sigh of relief. “it took awhile but…i think it’s perfect like this. do you think it needs anything more for this little one?" she gently put her hand on her belly before she attempted to stand from the chair and wrap an arm around his waist. “how was your day?” she took the perrier from him and twisted it open before taking a swig before looking back at him. “can we order something tonight? i know you want me to eat healthy but i’m really…craving chipotle," sanem paused for a moment before looking at him with a mischievous grin, "actually your son or daughter is craving it...so you have to give in."

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the more their bodies moved, the more kier unwound. it became natural, almost instinctual, the rutting of his hips and the moans that he fought to silence. he had never spent a night with a woman—it was almost as though, in some strange way, his body knew he was waiting for lavenia, for the soft point of her ears and the perfectly-crafted features he had sworn to protect. kier’s pale blue eyes squeezed shut. he groaned against her throat, trying to muffle the noise. a strange feeling filled his stomach, one that was unfamiliar. of course, he had spent time alone beneath blankets exploring his own body, but nothing had ever felt like this. a budding explosion, an earthquake in his body—his breaths became more ragged, his movements stuttery and losing rhythm. “i’ve got you,” kier whispered, moving his own hand into her long waves, their bodies cradling one another. between them, there was barely an inch where their skin wasn’t touching. it was natural. it was right. kier felt as though he was on the back of a galloping steed, wind in his hair, breath stolen. he hissed and sank his teeth into the hay-filled pillow when his high hit, a disarming sensation that shuddered through his entire body. he held lavenia through the aftershocks, grunting, unravelling atop of her. for a long while afterwards, all he could do was fight for his breath back.

Her skin felt warm, on the verge of being set aflame; a fire building inside of her that threatened to consume her. A flame she would gladly allow to spread over her. Kier meant everything to her, and so did this moment ── a moment that was a long time coming. This precious moment that they couldn't be sure would last, making it even more special.

A soft moan caught in her throat, the elven woman doing all she could to avoid drawing unwanted attention. The walls in these kinds of places could be thin. Her head tilted back ever so slightly as the pleasure washed over her. "Kier, my love," she whispered; fingers moving into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. "My heart, my soul." They had always been connected, and now they were connected on an intimate level as well.

Usually the pair were more alert ── never fully at rest, never fully comfortable in one place. They were taking a huge risk here; but it was a risk they were both willing to take. They deserved this moment after all.

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having her parents’ blessing meant the world. there were times were jaden wasn’t even sure he had juni’s blessing, between the eye rolls and the dismissive sighs, the texts that went unanswered when they weren’t even officially ‘together’. an eternity had passed in a blink of an eye. now, before him, his paradise was laid out—a beautiful daughter, a blended family, a collection of friends that had merged and intermingled. love had captivated them and brought them there, to that exact moment, him in a black suit and juniper in white. god, he thought, she looked even more beautiful than he could have imagined. jaden was sure that was impossible. jaden breathed a deep sigh. “noted,” he chuckled, grinning back at her, “i’ll try my best not to make you cry, but i’m not making you any promises. i’m, like, really good at writing speeches,” a whole lot better than he was at writing songs, that was for sure. he took a moment to absorb everything, to focus on the woman that he had promised his heart to so long ago. back when they were just giggling, smoking weed on a too-squishy couch. back when they were just friends, when a future seemed laughable, back when the nightmares were impossible to fight. they had lived a thousand lives, had worn a thousand different faces, but jaden and juni always fell back to centre with one another. it was always jaden and juni. it had always been jaden and juni. “you look so pretty, baby. usually you’d win the pretty competition, but i don’t know . . . look at your mama,” jaden pivoted their daughter to look at juni, emitting a playful little gasp. jacie giggled and reached her clammy, gooey hands out towards her mother. jaden hurriedly pulled her away, grimacing, waiting for hilary to half-jog over to the altar and temporarily relieve him of daddy duties. “thanks, mom,” he whispered, handing their daughter over to one of the only people they trusted to keep their little monster under control. with his hands free, he reached out to take both of juni’s. jaden’s thumb ran delicately over the back of her hand. he had secretly taken advantage of the expertise of juniper’s co-workers to clean and file his nails, clipping away any of the calluses that guitar playing and lego-building had left him with. “i’m ready.” he whispered with an assertive nod. “never been more ready for anything in my entire life.”

their  relationship  hadn't  exactly  been  forged  in  fire  ,  but  it  came  pretty  damn  close.  it's  not  something  she  expects  to  happen  ,  but  there  it  is  anyway  ,   just  like  in  the  movies  when   a  montage  of  your  whole  relationship  play  out  in  front  of  you  .  from  paying  in  pocket  lint  on  a  ritzy  valentines  date  ,  to  rejections  and  illness  and  obstacles  ,  to  romantic beach days , and now  -  their  happy  ending  ,  which  seems  awfully  lot  like  a  new  beginning  . she  tries  to  time  steps  with  the  music  ,  but  finds  herself  numb  minded  and  hurrying  ,  her  father  using  the  leverage  of  linked  arms  to  slow  her  down  ,  if to  soak  in  the  last  moment  they  have  before  they  reach  the  end  of  the  aisle  ,  where  he'll  no  longer  be  the  man  who  keeps  her  heart  ,  although  he's  known  for  the  longest  time  now  someone  else  already  has  that  privilege  .  when  they  reach  the  end  of  the  aisle  ,  he  greets  jaden  with  a  hearty  pat  to  the  shoulder  ,  careful  not  to  knock  him   off  balance  with  the sheer force  of an oversized  palm  before  placing  a  quick  kiss  to  his  daughter's  forehead  and  taking  a  seat  . juniper  is  not  one  to  be  nervous  of  much  ,  but  today's  certainly  an  exception  ,  and  she  can't  even be  sure  why  ,  yet  here  she  is  blowing  out  a  shaky  breath after shaky breath   as  she  locks  eyes  with  her  future  husband  .  "  whatever you do , don't  make  me  cry  ,  you  jerk  .  "  eyes  roll  away  the  threat  of  any  pre-vow tears ,  glancing  quickly  at  the  bouquet  of  wild  flowers  and  back  up  again  .  "  you  look  so  handsome  .  you  look  like  ,  really , really  good  .  not  a  single  complaint  ,  "  she  finishes  with  a  teasing  scrunch  of  her  nose  ,  sure  she'll  show  him  just  how  good  he  looks  when  they  get  a  break  in  between  the  ceremony  and  reception  .  " and you  look  gorgeous  too  ,  don't  worry  ,  babes  .  "  a  kiss  meets  jacie's  sticky cheek  ,  the  only  one  she's  allowed  to  plant  one  on  in  the  moment  ,  before  allowing  her  eyes  to  lock on  her  partner's  once  again  .  "  you  ready  to  do  this  shit  ??  "

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“ah, yes, of course. how stupid of me,” he brightly chuckled as they moved to leave, pushing his hand against the door and letting ada move ahead of them, “of course buffy is the good company here. how could i possibly assume anything else? i mean, you girls can talk about—oof, i don’t know—nails, your favorite treats, your favorite lampposts to pee on. that’s the sort of things girls do in their spare time, right?” jaden walked with a slight limp. one leg dragged a little behind the other, and it was clear that the simple motion took more out of him than it would any other man. with buffy, though, he knew he was safe, and he wasn’t about to let the ache get in the way of his one chance of impressing ada. beautiful ada, with her hair moving in the early fall wind, with her teeth that glittered. jaden’s hazel eyes focused on the sky, a moment of thought. “well, i’m in a band—we’re terrible,” he quipped, “really. like, god-awful. we can’t even play our instruments. i like video games. i collect comic books. so, really cool shit.” his focus moved back to her. “how do you spend your time when talentless nerds don't ask you on walks?”

" i have no doubt that you can, " pearly whites sink into her bottom lip in an attempt to hide the smile that threatened to escape. she's always been hard to impress, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to resist his charm. " oh, you don't have to worry. i was talking about buffy, she's the good company, " the brunette teases, an amused spark dancing in her gaze. " average is not what i'm here for. i fully expect a dazzling performance, you have to sweep me off my feet. if i'm not impressed, i'll have no choice but to tell buffy that her human is slacking off, and we can't have that, now can we ? " the lightheartedness of the moment enveloped her, and she felt a flutter of excitement at the mere thought of spending the next hour in his company. leading the way outside, she smiles as the soft breeze caresses her dark locks. " so tell me, jaden. what do you do when you're not inviting your dog's vet for a walk ? "

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a dark chuckle. “oh, is that so?” forrest asked, their feet moving effortlessly as they spun around the room, their bodies floating on air. he was frozen in time, perfect and pale and nearly glittering like alabaster, but being eternal meant that scars were eternal, too. there were many vampires he had seen that had lost their beauty along the way, holding onto youth but growing weathered. like rocks on a beach front, being pummelled by violent waves and saltwater. like crumbling structures, like ice caps melting away. his lips were cold. hers almost burned. the feeling of amaranthine’s flesh on his own tingled, but forrest didn’t pull away. if he hadn’t been dead for a century he would have sworn there was a flutter in his chest, the semblance of a heartbeat—his nails pressed gently into the skin of her cheek when she moved away. “it depends,” forrest answered, stepping forward, closing the gap so that the witch was pinned between his body and the portrait-decorated wall, “if i say no, will i get to do it again?”

Dancing wasn't something she did often, but she knew how. Her father had shown her. Besides, moving in circles was fairly easy, especially when her focus was on someone as mesmerizing as Forrest. It helped that he was guiding her; the pressure of his hands on her hips a nice little comfort. "I must thank you, but beauty does not last forever." Unless, of course, you're a vampire.

The spinning; twirling, it was making her dizzy ── head light and fuzzy now from the drink and the dancing. Eyes flutter shut the moment his hands cup her face, the coolness of his touch making her realize just how warm her face really was. A muffled 'oomph' was the only sound from her as he pressed his lips to hers. She didn't pull away ── found she couldn't pull away. She didn't want to. Instead, her own hands came up; one resting on the nape of his neck, fingertips playing with the hairs just at the base of his head; the other hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.

After a moment, she finally made herself pull away. Her eyes remained shut, lips pulling into the faintest of smiles. "Do you kiss all the girls like that?"

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jaden laid and he listened. he gently nodded along to juniper’s words, holding her against his chest, gently running his hair through long, dark tresses with a slight kink in them—just like their daughter’s. “i know, love. me too.” dark eyes fell shut. he breathed a long sigh, shifting beneath the covers, fresh linen on the sensitive skin of his calf. there was a part of him that wondered whether it was something he was doing wrong, medication killing his sperm or stopping them from swimming quite right. typical. he had survived near-death only to be unable to create life. the cookie waving beneath his nose brought him from his stupor and he thanked juni, plucking the treat from her fingers, taking a bite that sprayed crumbs over his chest that he lightly brushed away. “mm. doctok. okay. that does sound a little more plausible. i thought you meant they were doing those weird little dances to charliXCX or something, telling you about all the times i couldn’t last more than a minute. that's because i love you, you know. i haven't always had that problem.” a stray hand went reaching for the cookie sleeve again. he poked his pink tongue between his teeth, a moment of intense focus. “i don’t think i could ever get sick of it.”

"  you  two  are  plotting  against  me  .  i  know  it  ,  and  i  know  you're  not  sorry  about  any  of  it  either  .  "  their  daughter  turned  out  to  be  the  perfect  mix  of  both  of  them  ;  in  the  worst  way  possible  according  to  juniper  .  "  i'm  never  doing  bedtime  again  .  "  a  groan  ,  as  if  she  had  aged  forty  years  rolls  from  her  throat  as  she  shifts  her  weight  and  rolls  from  his  lap  to  their  mattress  .  exhausted  from  only  twenty  minutes  of  toddler  wrangling  . "  it's  not  that  i  don't  want  to  .  when  have  i  ever  not  wanted  to  jump  your  bones  ??  "  she  sounds  almost  offended  at  his  sentiment  .  "  i'm  just  getting  frustrated  with  these  negative  texts  month  after  month  .  so  i'd  rather  give  it  a  better  shot  if  we  can  .  "  before  cozying  up  ,  she  reaches  to  her  bedside  table  ,  pulling  out  a  half  eaten  sleeve  of  cookies  .  one  is  offered  up  to  jaden  ,  and  another  is  tossed  whole  past  her  lips  after  skipping  out  on  soup  .  "  it's  not  like  we  can  afford  to  do  anything  else  .  "  head  flops  against  his  chest  ,  jaw  wiggling  against  him  as  she  chomps  between  words  .  "  and  it's  more  like  ,  doctok  .  that  was  said  by  a  doctor  ,  so  i  believe  it  .  if  you  want  predictions  ,  our  sex  life  is  about  to  be  over  .  it's  gonna  become  boring  and  like  a  job  once  a  month  ,  trying  to  make  a  baby  .  "

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jasper took a bubbly, bare-footed step away. he half expected cooper to raise his voice, to get angry, to ask why he didn’t say anything sooner, to react just as other hook-ups had. badly. it was why jasper often stayed quiet on the matter, pushing the desire to be honest and upfront further and further down until the ache became too much and exploded. long lashes brushed against jasper’s cheek. the soft touch of cooper’s hand brought him back into the man’s hold, and he blissfully sighed. “it doesn’t make me any more special,” they whispered, almost curling up against cooper’s lightly-haired chest, feeling the gentle thrum of his heart through his skin. maybe this could be different. jasper’s heart suddenly felt lighter, and for a moment he wondered whether this really could be forever. there, beneath the hot water, with the smell of fruits and flowers swirling around the steamy bathroom. “i think that’s a good arrangement,” they giggled, tipping their chin up, pressing a kiss to the man’s jawline. “i like songs from musicals. i’m alive from next to normal, wait for me from hadestown . . . do you know those? we could . . . we could see a show some time, too. i know new york is far away, but something locally?”

cooper was extroverted and jasper was clearly the opposite, but they had more in common than could be seen at first glance. they both clearly had a romantic spirit and found comfort in the little things. there was something beautiful about how they could balance each other out. even if it was a little crazy, cooper could tell he was going to fall in love - quick and hard. "i'm so glad you noticed," he responded with a bright, goofy smile - his signature expression. "i definitely didn't underestimate you. i know you'd be fun... just a feeling i got," the man admitted. as jasper went on and explained his situation, he listened patiently and offered a gentle reassuring brush over the man's cheek. "thank you for sharing that with me, jas. is it appropriate of me to say that i think it's just another thing about you that makes you beautiful? it's who you are, and i like who you are. like, a lot. " the man's heart pattered in his chest as he held the man closer, hanging on to every loving syllable that left his perfect lips. "i like touching you.. i like you touching me. it makes us a good team, huh?" he teased, brightening up even further at the next suggestion. "oh, absolutely. what's your go-to kareoke song?"

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“lead the way,” laika's mind was far from simply nature, from breathing in the fresh air and listening to glittering birdsong, but it proved a perfect backdrop to their budding love. they shared the same passion, the same insatiable desire, an almost teenage-like horniness that couldn't be satisfied. nobody had ever been able to match laika's enthusiasm in such a way. she wondered whether it was too early to think about sharing the same space, about getting a cat together—was it just another exhausted, predictable lesbian cliché, that they would move at a hundred miles per hour and end up married within the year? maybe. but that didn't mean it didn't sound perfect. their bodies remained intertwined, and she obediently followed along beside her disney princess. it was impossible for laika's dark eyes to stray from kennedy for very long. “you're making me almost want to get lost. i bet people would pay to be a fly on the wall . . . or the tree-trunk.”

kennedy had always been a victim of falling in lust, but it was completely different with laika. even if they started out hitting the bedroom rather quickly, it happened with love. she certainly wouldn't have invited anyone who was just a hookup to her family cabin, that's for sure. "god, your references are hot. you're a poet, baby - always knowing exactly how to keep me smiling." kennedy beamed, never before considering the idea of being a princess, but for laika? she'd go full snow white. she could see them moving out here when they were older, spending their lives surrounded by beauty and their love. "sounds like a dream, babe. there's a cute little trail we can go on, so we don't get lost. then again, i don't think being lost with you would be a bad time. we'd make it work," she giggled sweetly as laika's arm wrapped around her, then guiding them towards the front door to start the journey.

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it was bliss. striker had loved cows before, alcohol, his brothers, but nothing to this point—nothing that he would kill for, or sacrifice his life for. rosalind, in his arms and on his chest, was cradled as though she was porcelain. he gently kissed the crown of her head and allowed the girl to peel away and sit up again, remaining blissed-out and bedraggled on the slatted floor. “is really was, huh?” he darkly chuckled, moving gently to prop his head up in the palm of one hand. dark eyes tracked her movements. a low groan sounded in his throat. “you're not so innocent after all, hm?” striker teased, resting his hands gently on rose's hips as he worked. his body wasn't as resilient as it used to be; a few years ago he would have been able to bounce back effortlessly for round two as though he was a dog in heat. he slowly sat up straighter, resting a hand on the back of her blonde hair, pulling them both into a deep kiss. it was then that the sleeve of his shirt slipped, the bloom of scars creeping over the shell of his shoulder.

Rose was breathless, and high on the endorphins from their romp in the literal hay. As Striker fell back, she tumbled with him; lips pressed firmly against his exposed chest. It was nice to be held close like this by him. It was nice to finally be able to be this close to him at all. It was beyond nice, it was perfect. She wanted to tell him just how perfect the night had been, but she worried. She knew she wasn't his first ── not like he was for her. She knew that there had been others, and she was perfectly fine with that. But she was worried that she couldn't possibly compare to the others he'd been with.

Hands pressed against his chest to push herself into a sitting position, legs straddling his waist. She could still feel him inside her, and she couldn't bring herself to part from him. "That was──" She couldn't even finish the sentence, uncertain of the proper words to use to describe everything that had transpired. Brown hues glance down at Striker, lips pulled into a contented smile. She shifted slightly, teasing the man beneath her.